Nobody likes the black ones.
Because they sing hymns, not hers.
A poultry-geist.
Crispin crunchy is how I like my apples !
He likes to keep it pretty Lo-key
Theyre both dead and black.
Both have a huge bellend swinging his weight around inside
No one likes the black ones
A. Because he wanted to be a smarty
All the black ones are accidentals.
The black ones steal your watch and the yellow ones paint your nails.
